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WATER STORY | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. March 31, 2015. The planet was rolling on its elongated orbit around the warm, bright yellow star. It was a world split between a gently rocking ocean, a large expanse of land and a galaxy of scattered islands. There was life on the planet, intelligent lifewith all its splendors and peculiarities. But my dear, your sisters have settled and it’s about time for you to find a good man and marry him! Don’t you want a family of your own? Rose left a quick peck on her mother’s cheek ...
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January | 2015 | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. January 27, 2015. MOON, OCEAN and MAGIC…wanderings, wonderings. On your shores I am lost,. My light gliding upon your soft soul,. You’re breathing me in. Under the embrace of night skies…. My blazing light that dies tonight,. Your frothing waves spreading ashore,. Our bridge of glow. Falls from the heights. As our love bleeds out…. I’m thinning….My light thickens on the rim…. Rebirth is near….Hold me in your dreams…. Don’t let me fade out…. My sweetest love of other Spaces.
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May | 2015 | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. May 27, 2015. The young woman bent over the dark shape that has landed so unexpectedly beside her and spoke softly, trying not to scare the new comer and hiding her own nervousness about the strange happening. While this cautious ballet was unfolding under the tree, the storm quieted in the skies and the sun returned to its vantage point on the top of it. The girl asked timidly. HmmmI wonder. Oh, well.I know what I did: I took him home. I lethim look around my place and opened ...
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A letter to India | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. January 16, 2014. A letter to India. THE CHIEF JUSTICE OF INDIA. My name is Mrs. Brindusa Poenaru and I am addressing You this letter from a far country, Romania/Europe. I have great respect and admiration towards your country, your nation and your rich and diverse culture. I come from a very different one but we share one basic trait that unites us throughout the world. We are all humans. I have written this letter to express my hope that my words would reach You and that you ...
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WANDERINGS | katemantis
https://katemantis.wordpress.com/2015/05/27/wanderings
A fine WordPress.com site. May 27, 2015. The young woman bent over the dark shape that has landed so unexpectedly beside her and spoke softly, trying not to scare the new comer and hiding her own nervousness about the strange happening. While this cautious ballet was unfolding under the tree, the storm quieted in the skies and the sun returned to its vantage point on the top of it. The girl asked timidly. HmmmI wonder. Oh, well.I know what I did: I took him home. I lethim look around my place and opened ...
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katemantis | A fine WordPress.com site | Page 2
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A fine WordPress.com site. April 14, 2016. Raspuns lui Varujan Vosganian pe tema Catedralei Mantuirii Neamului. Domnule Vosganian, vad ca nu duceti lipsa de tupeu. Veniti aici sa predicati in favoarea unei investitii monstruoase si inutile intr-o tara cu grave probleme reale. Va cunosc de ceva vreme, v-am urmarit evolutia politica si stiu ca nu sunteti un novice sau ingenuu, asa ca imi rezerv dreptul sa nu cred nici o clipa in evlavia ce v-a lovit brusc de cand va cauta DNA-ul cu catusele. April 14, 2016.
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MOON and OCEAN…. | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. February 5, 2015. MOON and OCEAN…. As the Cosmic labor slowed down inside the newborn solar system, the pain of the young planet decreased. The raging fires and bubbling, molten lava retreated under the newly formed crust, creating a warm ocean of flames around the iron core. The surface of the planet stretched, crumpled, rising high or deepening, new shapes and features alternating, redesigning its face. Magic is flowing back and forth. Flame, ignition, blaze. Next post ».
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April | 2015 | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. April 26, 2015. Why do I miss so badly to walk in the morning dew, in the sea of slowly waving grass, under the dim light of early suns? Why do I need the silent breath of the exhaling land to hide me in the cooling autumn days? What is this creature inside me that feels so caged and who’s rattling the irons of the limiting body? It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I’m sorry-the voice was slightly apologetic. I didn’t mean to startle you. I breathed out heavily and regained my voice.
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CHILDREN of PYGMALION-enlarged version | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. March 4, 2015. CHILDREN of PYGMALION-enlarged version. The tiny, silver-spotted blue bead was spinning diligently around its yellow sun, lost in the star-spotted arm of the mighty galaxy. Time has flown and shaped the planet during hundreds and thousands of years, while life has constantly flourished on its welcoming or sometimes harsh shores. But the most brilliant of her children had left the premises as soon as they opened eyes on the marvels of distant spaces. And, of cours...
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February | 2015 | katemantis
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A fine WordPress.com site. February 13, 2015. If everything is possible because you wish and believe than I have already enlarged this whole Universe, widen it and fell through it, inside my own wishes….I have opened the gates and let the light in, until blaze filled it all and now, I am resonating to the waves of the light. The silence was soft and deep, rocking gently from shore to shore, ebbing and flowing, ebbing and flowing, its shallow waves washing the sands of a reality yet unborn. Many new faces...
